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Celeste March 31, 2008

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Celeste, originally uploaded by Xapa.

Latest photo on Flickr’s Explore! I really love this one of Celestine. She’s such a cutie…

 

Protesters at Pastors School March 20, 2008

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Radical Amish Protesters at Pastor’s School, First Baptist Church, Hammond, Indiana.

 

Monks of Bhutan March 15, 2008

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I took this picture of a photo of Bhutanese monks on the North Shore painted by this super nice guy:

He was kind enough to paint a bird on my hand!

 

Malasadas March 14, 2008

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Today, I had a box of malasadas in my office to share with my teachers. One by one they came, one by one, I offered my gift. These are the responses to my kindness…

1. DANG! I love me some malasadas. (very nice)
2. I don’t know. (stares at the box) Fine, I guess I’ll have one. (really? I have to convince you to take my treat?)
3. NO! Ahh! Malasadas are the devil! (a simple, no thank you, I eat tree bark. Would have sufficed.)
4. Sure! Let me grab some for my roommates. (better than me having to convince you, I guess.)
5. Ew. I don’t eat fried stuff. (again, no thank you works.)

Next time, I’ll just give them to the children, and you can deal with hyper kids all day…


photo courtesy of Kyle Miyasato

 

The Power of The Masons? March 3, 2008

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I was issued 5 tickets for passing a stopped school bus with absolutely no paper work on my ‘94 Acclaim. The officer was in a bad mood, and declared that he was gonna “get me for everything I can”.

As I approached the judge on the morning of my appointed court date, I was met with a cold heart mirrored by an icy stare. “Do you wish to contest these tickets?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir.” I timidly answered.

I was rudely assigned a trial date, and told to exist stage left. A tearful call to my mother and the desire to end the ordeal prompted me to return to the crowded court, to see if they could reduce my $1,500 in fines.

The bailiff gruffly informed me that I would have to wait until the other fifty or so other not-so-impressive-looking people had been served. However, something changed drastically once I set my book on the table.

Dripping with congeniality, the judge reduced my fines by 75% and asked if there was anything they could do for me. Could it have anything to do with my book on the Masons?